Grand Canyon Atheists? Dear Jeffrey Kluger at Time magazine…

December 6, 2013

We made sure a UFO appeared during our hike...



…and anyone else who has trouble conceiving how atheists feel awe. I refer to your article here entitled “There are no atheists in the Grand Canyon.”


Read this.


This was originally published in Free Inquiry magazine in the October/November 2004 issue




Mother (Nature) Dearest


The earth does not argue,

Is not pathetic, has no arrangements,

Does not scream, haste, persuade,

threaten, promise,

Makes no discriminations, has no conceivable failures,

Closes nothing, refuses nothing, shuts none out.

Walt Whitman


On September 19, 2003, I joined Jeff Lowder and Jim Still – both board members of Internet Infidels – on a trek into the largest hole-in-the-ground on the planet, the Grand Canyon in northern Arizona.


With 30 – 40 lb packs on our backs, we hiked over 7 miles down to the floor of the canyon that Friday, camped two nights under the stars, and returned via a nine-mile trail back to the South Rim, almost 5000 feet above the Colorado River. Out of the 5 million visitors to the park every year, hundreds of people follow a similar itinerary to ours.


While our group may have looked like many others on the surface, it struck me that we were different somehow. First, all three of us see the world (and universe) in natural terms. None of us believe in any god, practice any religion, or see evidence of supernatural forces anywhere. Mother Nature, to us, is just a metaphor for what comes out in the wash when elements interact. This was probably as analytical a troupe as any that had ever camped the canyon.


Even our preparations were steeped in logic and science. We trained our bodies for weeks before the trip. We weighed our gear and provisions, and decided only the night before the descent what to pack based on current weather reports. We were ready for exertion, exhaustion, and emergency.


But our rational modus operandi didn’t end with our arrangements. Anyone eavesdropping on our many conversations might have heard a 5 a.m. discussion about objective morality on the shuttle-bus to the trailhead; a midday scoffing from a scenic perch at Creationist notions of floods cutting the canyon within 2000 years; us trying to find an acceptable definition of the word “soul”; much ado about the self-contradiction of a beneficent and omnipotent God, or the incompatibility of omniscience and free will. Whew. (Maybe a little less oxygen to the brains would have made the hike easier.)


We spied the mention of God on a painting at the Phantom Ranch commissary, caught each other’s eyes when a ranger told of a miraculous rescue by cell phone in an area where no cell service existed, and rolled our eyes at an account of bad karma causing some scorpion stings. We even took the time to snap a few fake UFO photos for an upcoming CSICOP conference. I’d be surprised if there was a more concentrated cluster of logical, literal thought within 500 miles.


Religious people often look at hardcore secularists like us and pity us for not being able (or willing) to behold the inspired beauty of God’s creation. The tiny lizards that darted past us in the hot sun, and the hearty burros alike, are -- to them – all part of His plan. Ah, but there are none so blind as folks like us who will not see. How could we truly appreciate the Grand Canyon? How can there even be beauty in lives like ours?


And yet, overwhelmingly, there it was. That mighty, magnificent chasm 6 million years in the making is the physical embodiment of the word awesome. From the first glow of dawn until the long evening shadows engulf all but the rim, this colossal labyrinth of carved rock changes personalities hour-to-hour, season-to-season, eon-to-eon. It never shows the same face twice. The relentless Colorado cuts and curves and excavates, ceaselessly hauling ton after ton westward and southward, making the great hole ever deeper and wider.


What cold-hearted atheist could gaze upon such a sight and not be filled with marvel and reverence – not for some vague deity created to explain ancient mysteries, but for the barely imaginable grandeur and power of nature? We could practically hear Darwin whispering in our ears to take note of condors soaring effortlessly while we plodded, of scorpions scurrying about while we slept, and of healthy plants that thrive on less than 10 inches of rain per year. We felt God could only be superfluous to such scenery, and would unnecessarily complicate the story behind of this massive mechanism at work.


At night, we slept tentless under a salt and pepper canopy of stars, gazing skyward at satellites casually passing, meteors flaring before dying, and a sliver of a moon that felt like a flashlight in our eyes. This lid of ancient light was framed by the black silhouette of the canyon walls, and the large Cottonwood we chose for its daytime shade. We almost hated to close our eyes.


Three less religious hikers could hardly be conceived, yet we reveled in our newfound intimacy with this world landmark. We paid homage to great boulders, soaring walls, and dazzling colors. We paused dumbstruck a dozen times at vast overlooks, trying to digest the scope of what our senses drank in. The enormous scale of time and distance that surrounded us – so removed from our daily lives – sent shivers up our spines. We respected the great gorge. It humbled us.


During our second day on the floor of the Grand Canyon, a tour helicopter crashed miles down river from us, killing all seven aboard. We heard about this Sunday while climbing out. I couldn’t help thinking that the canyon, in its own way, is indifferent to what happens within its walls. It just does what it does, meting out neither punishment nor reward to whatever happens to be alive inside. Death awaits us all, I thought. Then again, where better to die, than here?


When we reached the South Rim Sunday afternoon, we shook each other’s hands. We had made it down and up more than just intact. We added not only a great experience to our lives, but also refilled our respect – no, reverence -- to dear old Mother Nature. For three days, we were no longer spectators at her game. We were players in it, and appreciative ones at that.



James Underdown is the Executive Director of the Center For Inquiry-Los Angeles



#1 writchey2 on Friday December 06, 2013 at 4:34pm

I live in AZ and was born and raised in Western Colorado. Since boyhood I was out in the wild as often as possible. Poking sticks at things and picking up objects that instilled curiosity. I encountered all manner of natures critters. The birds and beetles were friendly, the rattlesnakes not so much.

Fortunately for me I was what you might call a free-range kid. My mother was agnostic and so were all my aunts and uncles. I was not subjected to childhood religious grooming. Only my grandmother professed faith, but I think she was mostly in it for the community. Who can say. I never recall her ever mentioning a word about religion to me.

Besides my mother, my public school teachers probably had a lot to do with inspiring my regard for nature. I’m grateful to all who led me to love nature.

#2 L.Long (Guest) on Saturday December 07, 2013 at 3:27pm

Lived in LasVegas (the Valley of Fire is just down the street), drove over most of Utah-Az-NM-Col-Nev-Wy-Calif.  Saw all the sights, some not many have heard of.  ALL of them where in their own way AWESOME!!!
And NOT ONE of them inspired me to think of some half baked sky fairy.  I felt the awe of nature and the forces and time that was required to make the natural wonders.

#3 Eileen Fisher-stewart (Guest) on Saturday December 07, 2013 at 9:17pm

I too, was fortunate to have parents who were free-thinking which allowed me to fathom the universe in terms of it’s grandiosity. I find the wonder of the relation of humans to the universe so much more grand than laying it all on one supposed being. Every time I hike in the Sierra Nevada Mountains or the Cascades, I feel so lucky to be a small mammal in a vast landscape. No man is an island, we are all part of this earth and the earth a small dot in the universe.

#4 Jerry Schwarz on Thursday December 12, 2013 at 9:21pm

National Center for Science Education has been conducting rafting trips down the Grand Canyon for many years.  A few years ago they actually got a write-up in the NY Times in 2005.  Unfortunately they had to share the story with a bunch of young earth creationists.

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